I should be preparing for your arrival

Instead I am consumed with a grief beyond words

Crying My Eyes Out

Wishing I could have done something; anything

Not realizing how badly both of you were suffering

Overpowered by a sense of love

Feeling guilty for trying again so soon

Feeling guilty if we don’t

Missing you more than I could ever express

Your due date is approaching

How will your dad and I survive?

Waking up with dread every morning

Because you are not here

And we can’t do anything about it.

Just know that we love you and always will